Jamie only hesitated a moment before he wove his hands into her hair and crushed his mouth back down on hers for another searing kiss. He sucked and nipped at her lips until she let out an unsatisfied moan. She pressed herself tightly against him, wanting more.
The hands that had held her so gently a moment ago, were now deliberate and seeking as they stroked over her body. Cora reveled in the feeling as one hand cupped her breast through her silky blouse. When his thumb unerringly found her nipple through the thin material, she moaned his name.
As the pleasure began to course through her, she stretched up on tiptoe, pressing her mouth against the side of his neck. When she scraped her teeth against his salty skin, she heard his breathing stutter. Letting her hands drift down, she worked at the buttons on his shirt as she continued to swirl her tongue against the tendons in his neck.
Once his shirt was gone, he pressed her back against the wall of the kitchenette and started to undo the tiny pearl buttons of her blouse. “Christ, Cora,” he griped, his voice rough with need. “How many buttons does this have?”
She trailed her fingers down his bare chest, dragging her nails gently against his skin, then watched him shiver. Thoroughly enjoying his reaction, she said, “So impatient.”
His hand paused as he brought his eyes up to meet hers. “It’s been too long since I’ve been inside of you,” he said, the need evident in his voice.
In response, Cora reached up to help him until they had opened enough buttons that she could pull the blouse over her head. She tossed it aside and then let out another moan as Jamie leaned down and sucked on one of her nipples through the pink lace of her bra.
Another hot wave of arousal ran through her system, as he tugged at the tight peak, nipping it gently with his teeth. His hand reached up to pull the strap off her arm and tug the other cup of her bra down. He teased her other nipple with his free hand until she gasped out, “Oh, god. Your mouth.”
Jamie released her breasts and undid the clasp to her bra. Cora whimpered as the familiar wet heat closed over her other nipple. The sensations shot straight to her core and left her almost breathless with need. By the time he had worked his way down to her abdomen, she was digging her nails into his shoulders and all but writhing against him.
When he looked up at her, his gaze was heavy-lidded as he said, “Take off the skirt for me, sweetheart. I need to taste you.”
Another wave of lust flooded her system as she moved her hands to the zipper of her skirt. With hands that felt far more steady than she had thought possible based on the rapid beat of her pulse, she unzipped her skirt and slid it down over her hips.
When she stood before him in nothing but pink satin panties, and the heels she had worn to work that day, he took her in. “Christ,” he said, “You’re gorgeous.”
He pressed another kiss against her stomach, right along the edge of her panties. She felt the hot puff of air against her when he said, “But these need to go.”
The hands that rested against his thighs, he reached up to take them off of her. His fingers lightly grazed her the entire way down her legs, leaving goose bumps in his wake. When they reached her ankles, he helped her step out of them. The last barrier gone, she stood in front of him completely nude.
A moment later, he leaned in and let his lips grazed her inner thigh. He pressed hot open-mouthed kisses against her that had her hand moving down to grip his hair. Gently, he moved so one of her thighs was draped over his shoulder.
As he continued to tease her, switching to the other inner thigh, she tried to use his hair to steer his mouth to where she needed it most. “Jamie,” she all but begged. “Please.”
He tilted his head up, his eyes dark with desire, and moved his fingertips so that they traced a light pattern over the glistening lips of her pussy.
“Please, what?” he asked.
“Don’t tease me.”
Cora pushed her hips forward, seeking his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers. She was seeking anything that would stop the ache that was building inside her.
“Tell me what you need, sweetheart,” he said, his hot breath inches from where she ached the most.
“Your mouth on me,” Cora whimpered.
“You want my tongue in your sweet little pussy, don’t you?” Jamie asked, dipping a finger between her folds.
“Yes,” she cried out.
Seemingly satisfied with her response, Jamie pressed two fingers inside her tight channel. Cora let out a whimper as he began to work his fingers against her. When he spread her open with his other hand and began to flick his tongue against her aching clit, she cried out in relief.
Cora worked her hips against his mouth and fingers as the pressure started to build low in her belly. Each thrust of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue against her sensitive flesh brought her one step closer.
Her legs shook as Jamie crooked his fingers inside her, rubbing against her G-spot with every thrust of his fingers. He reached up to steady her as he sucked her clit into his mouth and nipped it gently with his teeth. Cora cried out, bucking against his hand and mouth as she came in a shuddering release.
Jamie continued to move his fingers inside her, drawing out every bit of her orgasm. He ran his tongue gently around her now-sensitive clit. Knowing there was more, Cora continued to work herself against him until the frantic feeling of release finally waned.
She looked down to where he knelt between her thighs and winced. Her fingers were still tightly gripping his hair. Quickly, she let him go then steadied herself against the wall as he shifted her thigh back over his shoulder and moved to stand in front of her.
His eyes were almost glittering when he reached his full height again. Cora immediately tugged his mouth back down to hers as she let a hand roam down to the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants.
Jamie hissed when she wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke him lightly through the slacks. He reached down, stilling her hand, and then unbuttoned his pants and slid the zipper down.
Cora immediately slid the pants and his briefs down his thighs. When she started to work her way down his chest, he stopped her and said, “I don’t think I can keep it together if you put your mouth on my cock right now.”
Cora continued to stroke him with her hand, enjoying the way that his head tilted back. When he groaned, and said, “Fuck. That feels so good, baby.” She leaned in and nipped at his collarbone.
She continued to stroke him for a moment more before he said, “Cora. Let me be inside you. I need to be inside you.”
The thought of having him inside her again brought another torrent of feelings to the surface. She nodded and said, “That was amazing, but...I need you.”
She saw relief flicker over his face, followed immediately by distress. “Uh. Fuck,” Jamie said. “Tell me you have some kind of protection? I don’t have anything with me.”
Cora frowned, taken out of the moment immediately, and said, “I don’t think—Oh wait! I do.”
She walked over to the kitchen table and dug through her bag. She pulled out three condoms, tore one off, and opened it. As she stroked him and rolled the condom over his straining erection, Jamie blinked at her and asked, “Is that purple? And why does it smell like grape jelly in here?”
Unable to stop herself, Cora laughed and said, “I give these to some of my at-risk teens during sessions.”
Jamie grinned at her and said, “If my dick has to smell like grape jelly, then so be it.”
With that statement he picked her up by her hips. Cora wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her back against the wall. She felt the tip of his cock nudge against her opening and pressed her hips against his.
It seemed like she had been waiting for this moment forever. The feel of his thick cock as it slowly pressed into her was indescribable. Cora’s eyes flickered closed as the savored the blissful feeling of being filled. She gasped, feeling so stretched.
“Sweetheart,” he said, his voice str
ained. “Open your eyes.”
On a jagged breath, Cora forced her eyes open. His gaze was heavy-lidded as he began to move his hips. In that moment, with his eyes locked on hers, watching her pleasure, she felt naked in more than just the physical sense.
“Cora,” Jamie groaned out, as he slid back into her. “Your pussy feels like heaven.”
The hands gripped her ass, tightening as he began to fuck her in the short, quick strokes that had always driven her wild. Cora could do nothing but whimper as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.
His forehead rested against hers, his eyes watching as she came completely undone in his arms. Her orgasm came out of nowhere. Cora cried out as wave after wave of pure sensation crashed over her.
“I can feel you clenching around me. That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”
Cora shuddered against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he started to fuck her in long, slow strokes now.
“Jamie,” Cora cried out, as she ground her hips against his pelvis. “You feel so fucking good inside me.”
She felt him grow impossibly harder inside her as he said, “Give me that dirty fucking mouth of yours.”
His lips captured hers and absolutely devoured her mouth. She kissed him back until she was almost lightheaded from it. Theirs had always had an intense connection, but this was unreal.
Jamie stepped back from where he had her pinned against the wall and moved her toward the table. His voice rough, he said, “Bend over for me.”
Cora raised an eyebrow as he pulled out of her. Jamie hadn’t been quite this authoritative when they had been together before. This was new...and pretty fucking hot.
She let her legs slide down to the ground and then moved toward the table. Cora leaned forward on wobbly legs, bracing her arms on the kitchen table, her ass in the air. Turning her face, she watched him as he moved behind her.
When she felt the head of his cock teasing her opening, she rocked back against him. When he gave her a light slap on the ass and said, “Don’t move those hips,” she gave a shocked gasp. As a light sting morphed into a tingling warmth, she couldn’t help but moan.
Jamie rubbed the head of his cock against her aching pussy until she finally begged, “Jamie, I need you to fuck me!”
As if he had just been waiting for her to ask, he plunged back into her and began to thrust again. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. When he reached forward to grasp the ponytail that at the base of her skull and tugged it back, he asked, “Is this what you needed?”
A torrent of pleasure hit her at full force. All she could do was helplessly moan, “yes” as another orgasm tore through her. She shattered to pieces around him, crying out his name.
His thrusts became quicker and more erratic as he now sought his own release. She thrust back to meet him, stroke for stroke until he froze behind her, then groaned out her name as he emptied himself into the condom.
A moment later he released her hair, leaned down, and placed a kiss against the side of her neck, then pulled out of her.
Cora slumped against the table for a moment, absolutely wrecked. The sex between them had always been amazing, but that had been positively incendiary. It felt like her whole body was still vibrating.
She heard the water running in the bathroom, so she started to get dressed. As she began to put her bra back on, she felt his hands skim across her back and clasp it for her. When his head dipped down and placed light kisses against her shoulder, she leaned back into his chest.
After his mouth lifted from her skin, she turned to face him and saw the question in his eyes. It was a little comforting to know that he felt the same trepidation as she did, she realized. Not sure how to address it, she did the only thing she could think of.
She slid her hands around his neck and brushed her mouth against his. Together they stood, half-dressed in his kitchenette, certain only of their uncertainty.
For better or worse, she had changed things between them. She had no idea what that meant, or where things were going. She only knew that couldn’t resist the force that pulled her to him. Only time would tell her whether she’d made the right decision or not.
Chapter Eight
Jamie watched the taillights of her car as she pulled out of the parking lot of their office complex, not entirely sure what had just happened. Cora had seemed a little tense at dinner. They had been discussing the strange encounter with the drunk man in her office, though. It worried him too.
When he’d dropped her at her car, he assumed that she’d either go to his place, or he to hers. He’d been a little surprised when she’d cited an early morning appointment and taken a rain check. The tension at dinner hadn’t just been about the man in her office, he realized. It was about their encounter too. He didn’t know exactly what he had expected for the rest of the evening, but going home alone wasn’t it.
Knowing how Cora worked, she probably wanted some time and space to think about how the scope of their relationship had changed tonight. He realized, even though it pained him, that all he could really do in this situation was to give her time to work it out.
As much as he knew Cora, he realized that there was a complete other side to her that he was only slightly acquainted with. She had absolutely destroyed him tonight. She was nothing like the sweet, somewhat inhibited girl that he remembered. She’d been wildly passionate. Hearing her filthy mouth had been shockingly sexy. Typically she didn’t curse all that often, but she’d begged for him to fuck her. He had been close to coming on the spot.
He’d always been somewhat restrained when they were together. Way back when, he’d been her first. The thought of grabbing a handful of her hair while he fucked her had seemed laughable back then. He was pretty sure she would have run for the hills. Now...it was totally different ball game.
As he pulled on to the freeway, he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. There was no point in torturing himself by remembering all of this. Once again, the ball was firmly back in her court. He would just have to wait and see.
* * * *
By midafternoon the next day, Jamie had booked another two consultations. One was with a veterinarian and another was with a manufacturer of crane safety videos. That was another great thing about his job. Coming up with an overall marketing scheme for these sorts of niche businesses required a little bit of research, so it kept him busy and he got to learn a little something.
As he was getting ready to head out of the office a bit early to look at the conference table that he’d neglected to look at last night, his phone buzzed.
He juggled his gym bag and dug into his pocket as he locked the door. When he read Steve’s name on the caller ID, he answered, “Hey there, buddy! What’s going on?”
As he headed toward the elevator, he gave one last glance down the hall at Cora’s office. He hadn’t heard from her since last night, and it was starting to gnaw at him. Shaking his head, he tried to clear the thoughts from his mind and focus on the voice booming through the phone.
“Whatcha got planned for tonight?” Steve asked.
Jamie grinned and said, “I dunno. I was going to order a pizza and watch the game. The Bruins versus the Schooners. Tip-off is at 7:30. Did you wanna come hang out?”
“Nope,” he answered. “I’ll actually do you one better. My friend has two tickets to the game, but he flaked out ‘cause one of his kids is sick. Did you wanna go with?”
“Hang on,” Jamie said. “I’m about to get into the elevator. I might lose you.”
“‘Kay.”
A moment later, now on the ground floor, he picked up the thread of conversation where it had previously ended. “Hell yeah. That would be awesome. I hope his kid is okay, but shit. Thank him for me, whoever he is.”
“Pink eye and strep throat at the same time. Nothing a fuck ton of antibiotics won’t cure. Either way, I’ll pass along the message.”
“We can ride together if you want. Meet you at your place? Six thir
ty?”
“Sounds like a plan, brother. See you then,” Steve said.
“See ya soon,” Jamie said as he disconnected the line. With another glance at the time on his cell phone he realized he needed to move if he was going to make it across town and back before he was supposed to be at Steve’s.
Jamie looked back at the building, then quickly texted Cora. “I’m leaving a little early for the day. When you leave, please don’t forget to call the guard downstairs to walk you out. Talk to you later?”
He hit send and then plugged the address for the warehouse where the table was waiting into his GPS.
One vetoed table and a trip to the gym later, he pulled up in front of Steve’s house. He checked his cell phone once more and saw that Cora hadn’t responded yet. On a frustrated sigh, he texted Steve to let him know he was out front.
A couple minutes later, he saw Steve pop out the front door, lock it and hurry to the car. He grinned as he slid into the passenger’s seat with far more grace that Jamie would have expected from a man Steve’s size.
“Jesus,” Steve muttered. “I didn’t realize you drove a tin can, Connolly. Was there anything on the lot with less leg room?”
Jamie smirked and said, “Great gas mileage. Did you wanna drive to the arena?”
His eyes widening, Steve said, “Hell no. The parking situation is fucked there. I’d never be able to find a spot for my truck.”
Jamie and Steve made it to their seats just before tip-off, armed with drinks and the world’s most expensive hot dogs. When he saw the view of the court, he said, “Holy shit. These are really good seats. How much do I owe you for the ticket?”
Steve waved him off and said, “He’s got season tickets. He just gave them to me.”
“That makes the thirty dollars of food I’ve got here a lot easier to deal with,” Jamie said.
“Captive audience, man.”
The next hour flew by in a flurry of action on the court. The Schooners looked like shit, which only helped the Bruins look good.
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